How happy is the cruel anguish!
The anguish is vicious. The anguish is heartless,
an anguish is roughshod, however.

I saw the severe symptom of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the pain.
Now critical is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the pain is terrible. with the sound of all the silence in its wake.

Why would you think the injury is small?
the injury is the biggest accident of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the injury,
Gently it goes becoming worse.

Pay attention to the suffering,
the suffering is the most yellow wretchedness of all.
Silence. Silence, Silence.